Leben ist kein Ponyhof aber das leben ist ein Alpakahof.
Earlier this week, in my braindead grading head (BGH), I spent time weaving in ends. Usually that activity bores the living daylights out of me, but when I'm in BGH, it was oddly soothing.
In other news, outside of grading, researching and writing (I find I need to write when I spend all that time reading), I've been reading "Swing Time" by Zadie Smith. There are some Zadie Smith books I like and some I don't--this (so far) is in the 'like' range. I haven't had a lot of knitting mojo but hopefully it will be back. Part of the problem is that nothing in my queue is particularly exciting (although I did spy something in IK that I might want to knit (spoiler alert: sweater).